Cloud Poetry

Written in different languages ‘to reflect the changing nature of the sky’:
Solaris du Ciel
Si: they are real!
Uber Kopf, if you will
Meme: juste a prove
on a pris le pink pill
and pause et regard
mais on muste faire heed!
Peut-etre, le ciel's Puck nimbus on speed
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Ces Times pour un

There are clouds oh! so white,
There are clouds oh! so grey,
They float back and forth
As the go on their way.
They billow so gently,
Or buffet and storm,
They come when it's cold
And they come when it's warm.
I can spend many hours
Watching clouds going by
And wonder why is

How Humans Get to Heaven
Writing a formula for a cloud is pointless
When you think you have it right
It vaporizes and mocks your foolishness
Exposed and basking in blue light
Water is such a common thing for thus
It takes a cold day to expose our breath
Show us that

Whirling Dervishes
Whirling dervishes
Swirling, dipping, diving
Around the afternoon sky
In all their pure vaporous glory.
Weaving in and out
They sweep like ghosts
Forever intertwined.
Coming together
The dancers grow.
At first a white puff
Then with eerie silence
The color changes.
From white to gray
From gray to black
Ever growing into a hulking mass
A black heap

Sky
Beneath that lofty sky,
As leaden grey clouds drift by.
I want for nothing more,
Than to stand amazed.
And hear seas roar.
And on the far horizon,
A backdrop canvas bible black.
The stage is set
As I get wet.
And clouds move and stack-
In shapes and forms before the wind.
But beaten by

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Animale del Cielo
The gods are amusing each other
with topiaries. Questo pomeriggio,
a rampant lepre is cotton tailed
by a fluffed and puffing cinghiale;
Bacchus pursues a tiny ninfa
which he soon consumes,
only

The Banality of Blue Skies
They are serious about cirrus.
And stratus.
And cumulus.
Also alto.
And fracto.
.
There is the honored cloud of the month.
Clouds that look like other things.
Clouds that look like nothing else.
One kind looking over the shoulder of another.
They softly call attention to
News that rocks the cloud

Clouds
Like human fingerprints
No two clouds are alike
They soar in the sky
like majestic towers
''turkey towers'' the weatherman calls them
beautiful,
splendiferous,
incredible,
spacious,
ever-mutating,
crying out for attention,
hungry,
passionate,
full of pizazz and verve.
Yes, summer clouds are a delight to the eye
white mushrooms of smoke
set against a blue, blue sky